Sir Guy Robin Hood Novels & Stories

They didn't hide the guns they had; I never saw a gun until that day. Mama backed away slowly and stared at them filing in. The man in the middle didn't step forward until the door was closed. He wore a tunic and loafers, and his jewelry looked expensive. I stared at his face and knew who he was—the man I saw on the TV at fútbol games that even the gringos were looking for. Everyone on the street called him "Robin Hood paisa." The poor liked him because he was a hero who had a lot of money. The gringos? Los Tombos? They didn't like him.

he said, attempting to close his eyes. Meanwhile, in an empty house, "You idiots! You can't handle one person!" Robin scolded those in the room. "Sorry, Sir. We tried our best, but some unexpected people came to Gilang's aid," one of them explained. "It must be Max! Insolent!" Robin cursed. "Who is he, Sir?" they asked. "Damn! You don't know Max?" Robin couldn't believe his henchmen were unfamiliar with Max. "Where have you been living? How do you not know who that guy is?" They all shook their heads, indicating their ignorance.

too happy at being addressed by the top healer of the Empire , Sir Miller was over to the moon and his voice unctuous . " Is that so , I thought for a second that your eyesight is having some problems because there is no way , that you will be willing to ignore my dear sister ?" said Robin in an alarmingly dangerous voice . Sir Miller's smile stiffened and he clumsily bowed to Chelsea then started to guide them through the thick crowd of people .

Taking his hand when he reached for mine, we started determinedly toward the building. “All right,” I said, popping my neck one way, then the other, as if I was getting ready to rumble. “Let’s Bonnie and Clyde this joint.” Except Hayden shook his head and winced. “Bonnie and Clyde robbed banks and gas stations and killed people. We’re just seeing justice done, which makes us more like—I don’t know—Robin Hood and Maid Marian maybe.” “Okay, fine.” I nodded. “I can dig that, too.” Then I slapped him on the butt and added, “I’ll be Robin Hood,” before racing ahead.

"Miss Robin, are you at home? I'm free today to come over to treat your grandmother. But your bodyguards are refusing to let me in!" The bodyguards frowned when they heard that. Could this guy possibly be a miracle doctor? And he was really invited by Miss Robin? After a while, Robin came out. "I've invited Mister Severin, a miracle doctor to treat my grandmother. Next time, make sure you brighten your eyes. Do you understand?" That was what Robin said in a cold tone when she came over. The bodyguards were scared that they kept sweating. "Yes, yes, yes, Miss Robin. We're very sorry. We thought he was a liar because he doesn't have a medical license. So we did not dare to let him in," the lea

“Bam!” Robin dumped Siberian’s body on the ground. Siberian, one of the Eight Tigers, was the strongest leader in the Steelclaw Guild. He was nothing more than a lifeless corpse now. Collier and the Viper’s Den members looked at Robin in reverence. Without glancing at his kill, Robin took a handkerchief from a female member, wiped his hands, and waved his arm. Soon, the Viper’s Den members cleaned up the scene.

It was the thin thread that separated criminals from monsters. Giuseppe, his older brother, had once joked that Giovanni was like a modern Robin Hood—if Robin Hood wore Armani suits and carried a .45 caliber moral compass. They robbed, scammed, and extorted the rich and the corrupt, taking from those who had gained their wealth through others' misery, only to funnel much of it back into the hands of those who needed it most. Orphanages, women's shelters, soup kitchens—all received anonymous donations that kept them running when government funding fell short.

I asked, shaking my head and he smirked in response. "You are smart. I like that." He grinned widely and I looked over at the dance floor to find Jenny rubbing herself against some guy and she looked like she was having the time of her life. She was so carefree and candid sometimes. Mandy was trying her best to dance with some guy but she clearly looked like she wanted to get the hell out of here. "I have something for you." The Hunter guy spoke again, gaining my attention and I watched him pull out a small ziplock bag from his pocket which had some pills.

Rhobart ignored Hudde, went to the door, opened it, and grabbed someone. "You are the man that was sleeping in the tavern!" Rhobart said as he pulled him in and closed the door with his foot. The King put the tip of his dagger on his neck. "Who are you?" The hood of the man's cloak covered part of his face. He put his hands in the air. "Can I remove my hood?" "Try anything funny, and I will gut you like a pig!" Rhobart said. The man pulled the hood down. His hair was white and short. His eyes were grey; his nose was slightly crooked. Despite the color of his hair, the man was young.

And suddenly, Emily understood something else that unsettled her deeply. If Robin Hood was doing things like this… Why did the agency want him dead? Emily’s thoughts drifted back to the briefing Knox had given her when the mission began. He had told her that Robin Hood was a dangerous criminal who had been stealing large sums of money from corporations and powerful businessmen. She had been told the agency believed those thefts threatened financial stability and needed to be stopped before they escalated further. Knox had been very clear about that. Robin Hood was the target. Robin Hood was the threat.